Like most of us, I hail from European stock. A large helping of Scottish, some Brit, a lot of German and a smattering of French.In order to get in touch with my Continental side I’m going to do like all good Europeans do. I’m going on holiday.
No, sorry, that does not include actually taking time off to go to Europe. What I mean is that in Europe, most people take weeks and weeks away from their usual daily tasks and head up to the hills, off to the beach, down to the moors. It's time away to recharge and prepare for the rest of the year's work.I’m taking August off. I’m going to give myself – and you – a break from showing up here regularly. I’m scheduling a season of not scheduling. It’s been four years of weekly visits and quite honestly, I can’t think of anyone, outside of Handsome Husband, that I’d want to hang out with once a week for four years. Not even me.
It’s not that I’m burned out, although I am a bit tired and the ideas aren’t coming as quickly as they have in the past. It’s not a case of sloth, my blogging muscles are in pretty good shape. I’ve got lots of ideas floating through the synapses of my brain during the course of the day, but lately it’s been like butterfly hunting; what I’m after is there, getting hold of it is something else entirely.
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I’m letting my brain off the hook for being responsible for snagging these delicate flighty creatures and keeping hold of them.
I’ll still be painting for sure, I’m just not going to write about it. It’ll be a lovely change of pace so that come September, like my relatives across the pond, I will come back refreshed and ready to resume life as we know it.
Au revoir dear friends, and adieu. Sealbh and gesundheit!
I'll see you in September!